You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”
((How do you respond?))
He'd glance around for a moment before looking towards the old hag, he'd sway his hand in front of his face glaring at her. Closing his eyes super tightly than slowly opening them, pausing for a second, he'd suddenly burst out into a fit of laughter pointing at the old woman. "Szam.. szam- Vy caught me off guard." Clearing making fun of her. He'd wipe a tear, chuckling periodically trying to calm his laughter, looking towards the chair and purposefully avoiding it. Each step he takes he'd glance at the woman then back to the walls and down at his feet. "There's nothing to say, Ae'm just here dlum mae brother. Grew up iv Karosgrad with mae older siblings, our father was a drunk." Coughing, he'd lift his foot planting it down hard, turning in the direction of the door. "Ae wont waste any more time here, szam, spadiba, good bye." He'd trail towards the exit letting himself out, once again releasing his repressed laughter.
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